I knew Harry Nelson's sons, Bill and Ben, (Bad Billy and Ben the Gent, we called them). Bill was insane and hilarious. He was a Linebacker on the Gator football team when I was at UF, an exceptionally talented artist, and a sax player. One night Bill, Ben, and their roommate came into the Islands Bar stinking like sh!t. I asked them where the hell they'd been and they told me they'd been crawling around in the sewers. They started aggressively asking girls to dance, (didn't get any takers,
) then ended the evening by doing backflips off the bar, which only lasted as long as the bouncers took to kick them out. Ben the Gent was quite the ladies' man. He spent a fair amount of time on sorority row. The night of the Appledorf murder, the police picked him up there under suspicion. When he got home from the police station we'd drawn a chalk outline of a dead body on the floor to greet him. Bill is a successful artist in NYC now.